~ Peacockfeather ~

** LORE HEAVY**

— Rules —
1) Keep him no longer than 6RO. Return to me if unable to find his next host. He may be recalled if you go inactive for more than 3RO.
2) Keep him happy enough to not run away. PM me if you need supplies!
3) You may to add lore, décor, marks, or change mark opacity / personality. (But I don't expect anyone to do so!) Please do not remove things.
4) IF you breed him and get pups you don't want, PM me. I might take them.
5) Return to JustPlainJen #57433 when he reaches 5yrs old.
6) You may not change his name or footnote.
7) Feel free to use him for any role.
8) Use the template to record his story. You can make it as light or as dark as you'd like. (Just don't turn him into a cannibal, please, lol)

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Username & ID: JustPlainJen #57433
Journey Departure Date: Jan 17th 2025
Departure Stats: 383
Used for Role?: N/A
Décor Added?:
Lore?: Spoiler Peacockfeather stared into the void, wondering at its beauty. He often dreamt of this. Or, rather, he often saw this before he dreamt. His dreams- sometimes hesitantly called 'visions', by Wildflower- were often of comprised of things he couldn't explain. Things that felt so powerful, and vivid, and… real.
The male let out a breath as the void began to take on different hues aside from star-studded blackness. Blue above him, green below him.
The colors soon solidified into the cloud-smattered sky and thick, hock-high grasses. His three eyes blinked… and then there was a wolf. One he had never met before. Peacockfeather blinked again, and another strange wolf came into view... and then another, and another…
Travel.
As the word manifested in his thoughts and the meaning dawned, he was plunged once more into the star-studded void.
"And wolves wonder why I have such an odd sense of humor..." He grumbled, once his eyes opened in the waking world, "…when I have to deal with visions like this."
A traveling wolf, eh?
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Username & ID: Noot #8524
Date Joined: 1/19/25
Date of Departure: 1/26/25
Used for Role?: None
Décor Added?: Angel Oak, Arizona White Oak Sapling, Lunar Flora Horns
Lore?:
SpoilerPeacockfeather could only travel where ever fate decided to take him, which even he wasn't really sure of. All he knew, was that not too far into his journey through the taiga, he spotted a wolf he recognized in his dream, one of many wolves that had appeared before him. The familiar wolf was traveling alongside what smelled like a herbalist, who was infuriated with her companion but attempting to focus on her foraging. He knew he was brought here for a reason, and that wolf was a key part in it. He boldly approached the herbalist, who said a number of expletives in shock before recognizing Peacockfeather as a mere traveler after he promptly ignored her reaction and introduced himself.
"Tch. Now I guess I have to bring you with us. Aeolus insists we treat travelers like our own," she muttered, ear flicking in annoyance. "I'm Juno, by the way. Herbalist, obviously."
Peacockfeather was probably about to snap something back at Juno, but he was swiftly cutoff by her companion. "Ah, a traveler!" The familiar wolf's voice was smooth and level, practically coming out of nowhere. "Don't be so rude, Juno. Come along, come along. Aeolus would be joyed to welcome you." He slyly grinned, which made the fur on Peacockfeather's hackles rise with unease. "I'm Styx, by the way. You can keep foraging, Juno, I'll bring this one back."
Juno barked something about not needing him there anyway, and Peacockfeather was quickly swept away back to their pack's den. Annoyingly, a number of introductions were underway to the members, though fortunately the leader, presumably Aeolus, swept him away, thanking Styx graciously.
"Styx..." Peacockfeather uttered suddenly, before Aeolus could even introduce himself. "That wolf. Who is he?"
Aeolus tilted his head, and then gestured calmly. "He's a bit newer. He got popular with the rest of the pack quite quickly, and he's become someone I consider to be a close friend. I would trust him or Loki to run the pack when I'm gone, honestly." He then paused, a small frown on his maw. "He... doesn't tell anyone a lot about himself from before we befriended him, though." He drifted off, as if in thought. "Ehm, anyway," he then scoffed, shaking his head, "Enough about him, we should celebrate your arrival!"
Peacockfeather was hesitant to move on, but he couldn't refuse the attention of a whole pack gracing him with praise and gifts. He was even managing to get along with Juno pretty well, despite their earlier meeting, the two having very similar personalities. As the celebrations calmed into the night, he briefly considered confiding in their leader about his dreams, and Styx's appearance in one of them. He mentally scoffed at the idea. Perhaps he was overthinking this. Maybe his "visions" didn't actually mean anything. This was all just a strange coincidence.
Was what he thought, anyway, until he had yet another dream that very night.
He was met with the familiar void, his eyes blinking up at it as he awaited whatever his dream had in store this time. What he didn't expect was to be swiftly slapped with the stench of death, practically choking him as he fought to breath air that didn't reek of rot. As he coughed and gagged, he opened his then closed eyes and was meet with a series of events flashing through his vision: Styx, he immediately recognized, standing over the corpse of a deceased wolf. Several wolves he'd met today looking horrified, pups being shielded away by pupsitters. Juno was weeping violently over the corpse, howling curses at the moon and trying to apply Cure for All fruitlessly. His dream ended with the visage of Styx stood in front of him, a small smile on his map. Ravens flocked around and the roaring of a river could be heard nearby. His felt his hackles raise yet again, overcome with a feeling of hopelessness and dread.
Then, he awoke.
Peacockfeather hoped, for the sake of this pack, that his "visions" truly didn't mean anything, nor did any of Styx's backhanded glares at Aeolus in the following days.


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